Spring will come. Promise!
Nothing is so beautiful as spring-
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844-1889
A hint of what's to come.
But in this fallow period the hedges don't grow and I can see the church.
and a nearby hill.
Our new listing bird station . I blame the pigeons:)